MasukAURELIA'S POV We left the wedding hall to towards the reception Hall.. "Did you see how Janet and Silea was looking at me? I really thought they were about to pounce on me... " I whispered to Theo who tried to mask his smile.. "You should have looked at Owen too... He saw what he lost and
THIRD PERSON’S POV The silence didn’t last. It never did. Because Aurelia didn’t come to blend in. She came to be seen. Another step echoed through the hall—slow, deliberate, unhurried. Theodore’s hand remained firmly intertwined with hers, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin in a gestu
THIRD PERSON’S POV The air inside the Ashford estate shifted after that conversation. Subtle. But unmistakably heavier. By evening, the house that had been filled with laughter and celebration began to feel… structured. Controlled. Directed. And at the center of it all— Janet. “Mov
THIRD PERSON’S POV The air inside the Ashford estate shifted after that conversation. Subtle. But unmistakably heavier. By evening, the house that had been filled with laughter and celebration began to feel… structured. Controlled. Directed. And at the center of it all— Janet. “Mov
THIRD PERSON’S POV For a moment… Theodore said nothing. He simply stared at her. Not shocked. Not confused. Just… staring. Then— A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “Oh,” he breathed, almost impressed. “That’s evil.” Aurelia’s lips curved, pleased. “Thank you.” He let
THIRD PERSON’S POV The word storm barely covered it. It was more like walking straight into a battlefield… unarmed. Theodore stood frozen for a solid second, the color draining from his face as reality slammed into him. Aurelia’s father. The man who had built an empire from nothing. The man wh
“The remainder of the estate—real property, holdings, investments, and liquid assets—is to be divided equally between his two daughters, Miss Aurelia Vance and Miss Silea Vance. ” A perfectly timed pause. I let out a soft, shuddering sob and pressed a handkerchief to my eyes. Owen’s grip tighten
“Daddy?” I whispered, voice barely audible. A low, familiar chuckle rumbled through the line—warm, alive, and so achingly real that my knees nearly buckled. “Hey, princess,” Dad said, his voice rough with emotion. “Miss me?” The tears came instantly, hot and unstoppable. I slid down the door u
AURELIA'S POV The lantern flame flickered as my words hung in the chilly air of the treehouse. “You… You have to die.” Dad froze, his eyes narrowing—not in fear, but in that sharp, calculating way he used to look at business rivals across boardroom tables. Theo shifted beside me, tense, ready
AURELIA'S POV At 9:17 a.m., Owen finally tried. He set his coffee down and took both my hands. “Aurie, sweetheart… there’s something important I need to attend... " My heart didn’t even speed up. I widened my eyes, letting them fill instantly. “Important? Now...? More than me? " Silea le







